Free Shatter Me by Anna Howard

the doorbell chimes and I pull it open almost immediately, to excited to see him to care that I am being so obvious in my rush to see him.
                  No sooner do I have the door open am I in his arms. I have no time to think as he lifts me off my feet. Instinctively I wrap my legs around his lean waist. We only have enough sanity left to remember to shut and lock the door before his lips are on mine and we have our first kiss.
                  God, he is a good kisser. I feel as if I am being absorbed by him as he nibbles o n my full bottom lip. My fingers thrust into his thick dark hair, wanting the kiss to never end. The first taste of his tongue makes me moan. It is so incredibly sweet, and I realize that he has been drinking coffee.
                  “Kari!” His lips leave mine to kiss a blazing trail down my throat. “Kari you have about a minute to stop this before I can’t.” He nips my shoulder and tightens his arms around me. “Decide now.”
                  But I didn’t need to make any decisions. They had all been made from the minute I had picked up the phone earlier. Without a word I capture his lips and show him that I am a good kisser too!
                  He growls low in his throat. The strength of it vibrates my chest, causing my already aching breasts to tighten and my nipples to grow diamond hard. I moan and pull back, already working on the buttons on his dress shirt.
                  “Kari!” He groans my name as I send a few buttons flying in my rush to touch the hot skin of his chest. “Which room is yours?”
                  I point, too caught up in what I am doing to both with words. He carries me down the hall to my room, kicking the door shut behind us before turning and dropping me on my queen sized bed. With a pout at having to stop, even momentarily, I reach for him again.
                  But he catches both of my wrists in one of his big hands. “Baby you are going to make me lose my head. Let’s slow this down before I reach the point of no return.”
                  “This has gone slow enough.” I tell him. “I have been aching for three damn years, Keith. Now let go of me and give me what I need.”
                  I see his eyes dilate with raging desire and know that I have delighted him. I pull my wrists free of his slackened hold and pull him down onto the bed with me. Before his back hits the mattress we are kissing again. I am drunk on the taste of him. My body is inflamed with needs that I have only guessed he can unleash inside of me.
                  His hand cups my breast through my thin tee shirt and I cry out at the exquisite pleasure. “So sensitive.” He murmurs as he pinches my nipple and rolls the diamond hard nub around with his thumb and index finger.
                  Muscles clench low in my stomach as liquid desire drenches my panties. “Keith, stop teasing me.” I plead. “I don’t think I can take much more.”
                  “Hush.” He commands and gently pushes me back against the pillows.
                  He shrugs out of his shirt before reaching for the hem of my own. I lift my arms helplessly as he strips it from me. Keith sucks in a sharp breath when my breasts spring free. “So beautiful.” He mutters almost under his breath as he caresses the underside of each swollen globe. “Perfect.” His eyes are glazed with desire and tenderness as he slowly lowers his head to lick first my right nipple then the left in turn.
                  The hot, wet heat of his mouth makes me moan. My fingers stab into his hair as I hold him to me, not wanting the pleasure to ever end. Unthinkingly my thighs part and he slides one knee in between. His thick, muscular thigh presses hard against my core and I tremble with so much need. I press down harder, trying to find some